i rose up t open up t my beloved. - father of lies.
okay i think 9/10 of hip hop lyrics sing shit. they make no fucking radical common sense at all. so just listen t the beat already. i need t shop. like i SO need t shop. double date tomorrow at new york pizza! but seems like trouble's on its way now.
SHAWN'S SCARED OF BREASTMEAT.
yk: take. shawn: i don't like breastmeat cuz they are tough. yk: so you are um scared of breastmeat? shawn: ya.
ONE MORE THING. I HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE HATE PEOPLE WHO BLOG IN DETAILS. including every word in a conversation. from this female-retard: 'oh she returned the phone. we said thank you and we left. we went j8. darling....... zzZ.' wow they sound so interesting that one has t hit the scroll down button. like please blog something wiser & don't sound like your english were taught by jay chou. detailed blogs don't excite me; they trigger my middle finger. GOODNESS.